The last page of one chapter is only the first page of the next. And, as the canvas in which the universe is painted is being slowly emptied, it is also already quickly being filled again by a kaleidoscope of colors, the paint endlessly stretching across the infinite landscape, a new story is being written, hopefully with a better end than the last.
As the years go by, kingdoms rise and fall, the urge of humankind to fight against the fate written on their very skin. As thousands have tried, and more have failed, the world has come to a conclusion that whatever it is that is deciding how the story goes, it doesn't take kindly on those that try to change it, and so, people have started to accept their destiny, and have created a world in which all do their job and they do it well, with a blade dangling above their necks, ready to get rid of any defective cog in the system. But now, one child, by the name of Emily was born without a fate, without a purpose, and so she was the cog in the system the once came loose, would put an end to the plan of whatever entity has been puppeteering people for thousands of years.
This is the story of those who opposed.
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